Sometimes we get so caught up in all the things that need to be cleaned, and cooked, and cleaned again, and fed, and changed, and homework to be done and more things to be cleaned...that we forget to enjoy those little mess makers.
Little Andrew has been having such a hard time being happy. Like following me around as fast as he can crawl, just crying and crying. I pick him up and clean or cook one handed for as long as I can until I need to set him down and there he is crying again. So I researched it, because that is what I have learned to do from my liberal arts degree. (Research is amazingly very important) And I found this whole section in one of my books about the "needy" child.
Ah yes, I thought, this is my child. It listed all these symptoms "cries often, wants to be held, clingy, hates to be left alone, picky eater," and on and on. Yup. Check. Double check. Check, check. That is this one.
So then this book has the audacity me I need to hold my child more and I am thinking, are you KIDDING me?! How can I possibly hold my child more? I have four other kids to take care of, and a house, and a husband, and myself.
I continue reading.
Apparently they have done studies that the parents that held their child for at least three hours a day had children that cried less. I think, "no duh, why would they cry? They are being held."
It continues to explain they pick up their child BEFORE they start crying, never when they were crying (unless of course they were hurt). That way the child felt loved, comforted, but didn't think that crying would get them picked up.
Huh. Now that is an interesting concept. Now for application. Trial and error, right?
Today I tried it. I got down on the floor and played with him for awhile, I picked him up and carried him, but never when he was crying, I got him to stop and THEN I would pick him up.
Wow. What a difference it was.
Until of course Matthew peed on the floor and I had to clean it up and then he peed again and I had to clean up that one and Andrew was trying to suck on the dirty rags I was cleaning it with and I pulled him away....but you know, other than that. :)
It was so fun playing on the floor with my little ones. Caleb, Logan, Andrew and I just rolled a ball back and forth for about an hour and they were laughing hysterically and it was so fun. Who cared if dinner was made or the floor was vacuumed for like the millionth time. It was fun to just be a mom for awhile. I like being a mom.